If I don't know what meal you are, how will I know when to eat you?International Fusion has gotten everything she thought she wanted. Her breakfast bistro in the big city has taken off. She's even managed to make friends with some of the most popular dishes in town. But when Nat crosses paths with a mouth-watering main course at the local coffee shop, she's soon overcome with a burgeoning oral fixation.Homestyle Cookin' was assigned dinner at birth, but he's finally free to live his life as the breakfast he always knew he was. His life has found a rhythm. There's only one thing missing: a dreamgirl who comes into his coffee shop once a week and barely seems to notice him. The toothsome stranger's presence never fails to leave Homes steamy with desire, and he longs to devour her whole.When the two of them cross paths at last, things heat up faster than a chafing dish at an Amish buffet, and Nat's carefully curated image begins to crumble as she falls over easy for the transcontinental breakfast whose lucky charms leave her aching with gluttony... and perhaps something more.Content Note: Very little about this book is serious, dear reader, but there is one thing that I want to make very clear: Homestyle's identity as a transgender individual is not the punchline. The absurdity of gender gatekeeping absolutely is.So let's get this out of the way. If you're in favor of the laws being bandied about right now, or have anything negative to say about the trans and nonbinary communities as a whole? This book is not for you. I didn't write it with you in mind, and you're not going to like it. Toodle-oo. Off you pop. Have a lovely day and thanks for saving us both a headache later.Still here? Excellent. I hope you have a strange sense of humor and/or a strong stomach. I'm not okay and I doubt you are either, but we'll get through this together.All my love to the breakfasts, lunches, and dinners out there, and to all the various and sundry snacks in between.